“Look at your third buttons and march forward”, commanded one of the lethal looking seniors on the orientation day. Everyone was aked to wish “Good Morning” to whomever they saw on the way, no matter the extent to which our morning was being bad. All of us were looking at the red button in our white shirts and walking along the corridors of the college without giving a thought as to where we were heading. It was as if we were all prisoners of war in an alien land.